Such night in black satin And hard days in tight suits Handling a golden whiskey Feeling the end of our roots
A smell of lost perfumes Like Paris, like Rome At Lago di Garda Feeling at home
Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light I welcome each glorious ray Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright Well, I'm not of this world and not of today
Ьberirdisch Europдisch Transzendent Okzidental
Gloomy white sundays Of burning white gold Alchemic processes From the myths we've been told
A poem of Lord Byron And some tunes from The Clash And such a calm before the next Wall Street crash
Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light I welcome each glorious ray Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright Well, I'm not of this world and not of today
Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light I welcome each glorious ray Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright Well, I'm not of this world and not of today
Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light Well, I'm not of this world and not of today
Out of the darkness The blue of the night From out of the blue Deep into the light
Golden reflections Our force in belief And such a beautiful longing For the places we leave
Unser Weg nach Europa Mьhsam und weit Fьhrt nicht ьber Brьssel Wir haben Zeit
Die Sonne im Herzen Ziehen wir uns're Bahn Die Verlierer von morgen Schlagen heute Alarm